Short Riles Poems

Much Trump business is both mundane and plain;
Has hair that becomes a big mess while in rain;
Up people he riles;
T for Trouble dials;
Common sense lacks any not having a grain.

Jim Horn...

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here i sit not giving a 
a container of fresh popcorn at hand

a blank screen and saki night

there's something else with respect a good time
besides body...there's mind

keep as cool as you can

let them the riles to believe
you perceive the web they weave

remain free


stan sand...

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What in this dream invites
a constant ruse
That gently riles the
things that fuse

A thin razed smile, a semblance
fades
A rendered source of
twilight days

Ask them please and let me through
Inside for me, my days, my you

Of this I think
And thinking lies
This ink will dry
and dryness dies...

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hey
man stay
as cool as
you can for it...

riles
them too...

believe
the web
they weave knots
you perceive aren't free...

hold
to thinking
of fractal tree
that's you and me...

strange
new worlds
in mathematical physics
fractal time-space-time...

...to be continued...


stan sand...

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writing is struggling
climbing through tangled branches
of octopus trees

and it riles the leaves
to try to do as you please
when you're not at ease

so to pair a phrase
in the tangled web they weave
be cool as you can

words are as number
just measure the tree lumber
each step of the way


stan sand...

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A moon interrupted; 
riles the social class. 
A native sense comes of age.

Piercing stare becomes rarefied,
unbuttons the peaks and 
kills you with a mallet.

The scared mask falls 
off the divine embrace, lets 
free the pigeons from the golden cage.

The forked tongue will 
speak only truth. Blood 
was the only stain, washed easily.

I will get the tan 
in moonlight only. My scars 
will remain invisible in silver.



Satish Verma...

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Nostalgic yellow,
striped in black,
moves so quickly,
takes me back.

Nostalgic yellow,
Riles the air,
blowing tempests
through my hair.
At day's beginning
always there,
along with sunshine
brings despair.

Nostalgic yellow,
hated, mocked,
by kids who wake
at six o'clock
Windows open,
doors would lock.
In wisdom's belly
It shall dock.

Abiding by the
Golden rule,
Nostalgic yellow
takes the fool,
and in its jolting
metal flight,
Nostalgic yellow's
off to school....

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